The blooming flowers sway in the wind,
It wisps my hair around,
Hindering my vision.
The cool grass massages my feet,
It makes the bottom of my toes tickle.
I yearn to itch them,
But I can't.
Any sudden movement and it will run,
Sprinting for its life.
The white splotches on its back,
Are barely visible through the grass it is laying in,
Its huge chestnut eyes look unreal in the setting sun.
She lays there so relaxed,
Basking in what little light is left,
The hairs on her back move slightly in the wind.
She's so beautiful,
But she's alone,
I wonder where her mother is.
Squatting on the hill,
A small clod of earth comes loose under my feet,
I can't stop it,
Tumbling down the hill,
Plopping into the water with a splash.
Even though she is on the other side of the stream,
She hears it,
Her ears perk up,
Making the milky white insides visible.
As she listens I stop breathing,
I wonder if she sees me,
When I can't hold it any longer,
A breath escapes me.
Her body becomes rigid,
And in a split second,
The fawn is gone.